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T A BL E of CO N T E N T S.
DARADISE REGAIN'D, BOOK I.
Page 5 I BOOK II. BOOK III. BOOK IV. . SAMSON AGONISTES. POEMS on several OCCASIONS.
165 On the death of a fair Infant, dying of a Cough.
ibid, At a Vacation Exercise in the College.
168 On the MORNING of CHRIST's NATIVITY. The PASSION.
183 On TIME. Upon the CIRCUMCISION.
186 At a SOLEMN MUSIC.
187 An EPITAPH on the MARCHIONESS of WINCHESTER. 188 Song. On MAY MORNING.
191 On SHAKESPEAR. On the University Carrier.
ibid. Another on the same.
195 IL PENSEROSO.
207 A MASK.
256 The Fifth ODE of Horace, Lib. 1. English'd.
263 On the new forcers of conscience under the Long PARLA
266 To the NIGHTINGALE.
ibid. On his being arriv'd to the age of 23.
To theirtuous ult was in the age of.
270 When the assault was intended to the City.
ibid. To a virtuous young Lady.
271 To the Lady Margaret Ley.
ibid. On the detraction which followed upon my writing certain Treatises.
272 On the same.
273 To Mr. H. LAWES on his Airs.
ibid. On the religious memory of Mrs. Catharine Thompson. 274 To the Lord General FAIRFAX.
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To Sir HENRY VANE the younger.
SÝLVARUM LIBER. In obitum Procancellarii Medici.
I Who ere while the happy garden sung, | By one man's disobedience lost, now sing Recover'd Paradise to all mankind, By one man's firm obedience fully try'd Through all temptation, and the tempter foild 5 In all his wiles, defeated and repuls’d, And Eden rais'd in the waste wilderness.
Thou Spi'rit who ledst this glorious eremite Into the desert, his victorious field, Against the spiritual foe, and brought'sthimthenceio By proof th’undoubted Son of God, inspire, As thou art wont, my prompted song else mute, And bearthrough highthor depth of nature's bounds With profp'rous wing full summ’d, to tell of deeds Above heroic, though in secret done,
15 And unrecorded left through many an age, Worthy t' have not remain'd so long unsung. Now had the great Proclamer, with a voice
More awful than the sound of trumpet, cry'd
O ancient Pow’rs of air and this wide world, For much more willingly I mention air, 45 This our old conquest, than remember Hell,
Our hated habitation; well ye know